*** So. I'm back home and I have to find out with horror ... My story is the purest horror. But as I said: I didn't have much time and when there is time pressure I can't write properly. But now I'm back here, at my beloved computer, and I have the whole day. ^ - ^ I hope the part here is better. Have fun. P. ***




"Oob, call an ambulance, damn it!", The dark-haired woman yelled at him while she tried in vain to support her husband. "Come on, or he'll die!"


The young mohawk stood on the edge of the scenario, staring in disbelief at his friend. What was he doing there? He had poisoned Son Goku. No. NO! What kind of monster was he?


"OOB, DO WHAT !!!" Chi-chi's screams reached his ear only faintly. He was no longer with himself. As if in a trance, he turned and ran out of the house. Tears flowed down his cheeks. He ran as fast as he could. When he got to the garden he started to fly.It was a long flight. In pain and despair, confusion and helplessness.


"What did I do?" Sobbed Oob as he sat down on a rock near the lake. "Why? Why? Son Goku. Why him?" Sobbing, the warrior buried his tear-soaked face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, so sorry ..."


Again and again he saw Son Goku's image in front of his eyes, gasping for air and clinging helplessly to his wife trying to get up. It had looked something like a heart attack, maybe a little bit. That was what the demon had told him to do. A natural death. It would never occur to them to revive Goku with the dragon balls while Oob was silent.




He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. It must have been a long time because it was dark now. The lake glittered in the moonlight and light waves rippled its surface. Oob didn't cry any more. You could revive Son Goku.Still, it was unforgivable.


Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. "So you really did it, kid."


Yoma. He was the last Oob wanted to see now.


"Why?" Asked the demon when the mohawk didn't answer.


Oob looked sadly into the water.


"Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt if you were only in one and the same room?" He finally asked "So much that you would have done anything for this - and only for this - one person, without thinking what would happen to you then?


I would have died for her without hesitation if she had asked me to. I would have granted her every wish just to see her laugh. She is so beautiful when she laughs.


And yet, I can't help it. She does not love me. That cannot be shaken, although - Dende knows - I tried, believe me. "


Yoma laughed coldly. "So you did it for her.For this girl. Pan. "


Oob nodded. "You said your mind readers can make them love me, right?"


"You could, if I tell you," the demon stopped. "The only question is, why should I do this?"


Oob looked up, startled. "What? You have to do it!"


Yoma laughed out loud. "I don't have to do anything. I will go now and destroy the rest of the group, then nobody will stand in my way." With these words the demon disappeared and left a completely disturbed Oob behind.




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“Oob!” Pan fell on her friend's neck, crying. The warrior absently patted her head. "He's dead. Grandpa is dead. Oob! Why?"


Oob didn't hear her. He was still confused. Why did he do that? How so? Did he really think the demon would keep his promise? How could he have been so stupid? He just wanted to ... Just be a little happy. With Pan. He had only done it for her.

Now he would have to tell her that her grandpa didn't die of a natural death, but ... No, he couldn't. He couldn't tell her that. But he had to do something.


"I'm sorry, Pan," he whispered in his lover's ear, while small glittering tears ran down his cheeks, "I'm so sorry."




*** Des woas. P. ***